CN This Thursday

Mmmm, well we've mostly calmed down, and joined the mingling hordes of ultra-liberal asylum-seekers on the morning flight to Toronto. Actually they were entirely bankers, aside from a couple with the quietest baby in the world. Respeck. We think it was drugs, actually.

We have seen little of the city so far, although we can report that the downtown is relatively unsucky, and that we are drenched. But googling from this hotel computer seems a tad convoluted, so we shall keep this brief.

In response to those considerate readers that posted comments - thanks. But less of the personal details. We know we started it, but as we all know from Pump Up The Volume it started with a bit of Blackjack gum and ended up with backyard nakedness. So you're warned.

Marty-watch. On a "Get Your Man Checked" billboard above Flatbush Avenue, with his wife. She looked like Barbara Streisand. SpookyVision!